Memories of Master Eadweard Boicewright

Nearly a month ago, my lord husband told me that Master Eadweard Boicewright, one of my dearest mentors and friends, had passed away. He said that he had suffered a cardiac event.

It broke my heart.

Papa, as those who learned from him call him, was a pillar, not just in our kingdom, but in the Society at large. He was a keeper of our memories, he dispensed wisdom to kings and peasants, and he gave of himself whenever and where ever he saw a need, without any expectation of praise or reward.

The first time we met was at Valor, in 2011. I was mending a friend’s trousers when he sat down across from me at the table. We talked about my SCA name, about trouser seam stability (he told me how his trousers were split when he was called into court to receive a Calon Cross), and mundane things. In retrospect, I see now how he was sizing me up and getting a feel for the kind of person I am.

I guess he liked what he saw because a few months later, he sponsored me in my first Queen’s Prize Tournament and introduced me to Marcella (Mama), his lady wife. She taught me how to make cloth buttons, finger loop braid, lucet, and heddle weave.  It became a habit during my first year in the SCA: I’d go hang out in Papa’s wood wright shop and make tools then go upstairs and ask Mama to teach me how to use them.

Since I moved away, I’ve missed that bond and rapport. Not many people will drive twenty-thirty minutes to take a broke college student out for a nice lunch because she spent the bulk of her much-need Spring break bedridden with Strep Throat, but Papa did. Not many laurels would steer apprentices that could be stars in their belts toward other peers because they see how they could flourish in that relationship, but Papa did.

To be clear, Papa was not the sort of man who brandished his title. I still remember the grin that spread across his face when he finally told me he was a laurel and saw my face pale as I shrunk away a little. I was still new enough to have Peer Fear and had been talking easily  with him for over an hour at that point, so I was a more than a little intimidated. More importantly, though, what he said to me about being a laurel gave me the first inkling that it was something I could aspire towards. He told me that being a laurel meant being a teacher and teaching is something to which I have always been drawn. That seed has remained with me eight years later.

Papa was also one of the most insightful people I have ever known and the most honest. He was the man he always aspired to be, like the Kipling poem he was fond of quoting: a man who talked with crowds without losing his virtue and walked with kings without losing the common touch. I wasn’t done learning from him and I’ll always miss our talks.

In Memoriam: Master Eadweard Boicewright

Courtesy The Knowne World Memorial Shield Project

Word came to us this week of the passing of Master Eadward Boicewright

Memorial services are being planned for the Kingdom and Society at large. Arrangements have also been made for a memento on the Memorial Ship at Pennsic this year.


Come gather ye pipers and long chanters blow
Fetch drum and a tabor and play a march slow.
I raise up my cup and I share drink with thee,
A cup of our tears to quench the dark sea.

I grieve with my cousins of Calontir and the Known World at the passing of Master Eadweard Boicewright, who has touched so many of us. I mourn with his lady wife Marcella, his family, and his household. I feel most keenly the loss of one of my dearest friends.

Courtesy The Calontiri Wiki

There was a time long ago when Queen Alethea asked me to make a strand of beads that would be given as Her Majesty’s token at the upcoming Queen’s Prize Tourney. I made the beads as Her Majesty asked and waited to see who would win them. When the beads were presented, I made it a point to meet the recipient after Court that evening. I’d wanted to know who would be wearing my art.

When I introduced myself to Lord Eadweard Boicewright that evening, I did not know that one day he would be a laurel, a Calontir legend, and one of my best friends. On that day, he was fairly new to the SCA and had just completed his second Queen’s Prize entry. I still hear people talk about the lathe that he entered that year. That day seems so long ago now, yet I still remember it clearly.

In the fullness of time, both of our roles in Calontir grew. Our friendship grew as well. Eadweard Boicewright brought his talent, his knowledge, his generosity, and his hospitality to the realm. He taught any would ask and he welcomed all to his camp. As a merchant, he sold practical wood wares and weaving tools. I have heard of many weavers who got their first loom from Eadweard. Many weaving instructors tell of how he would provide tools for their classes, often by donation. I couldn’t count the times when I would I be sitting in his camp at Lilies and someone would come in with a broken tent pole or other problem and ask “Eadward, can you fix this?” And he could and did.

Courtesy Johann Steinarsson

I spoke for the Order of the Laurel when Eadweard was elevated to the peerage. I spoke of ideals like courtesy and hospitality and how it was a Laurel’s duty to enrich the Kingdom. Eadweard would come to embody those ideals. There was always shade and refreshment at his camp. Many of our folk talk of  how Eadweard welcomed them when they were new to SCA, how he encouraged them, and how he helped them find their path. He was an inspiration to many and example to us all.

I often hear people speak of how the world is a little darker when someone who has touched us like Eadweard has pass. However, it is not. Grief makes us feel this way. When the grief fades and the loss is less keenly felt, we will see that the light has not dimmed. It glows in our memory and in the legacy of our lost friend. Eadweard’s light and legacy will live on in everyone whose life he touched, in Calontir and beyond. When we share that light with those around us, Eadward’s gift to us grows.

It is right and fitting that we mourn. Let Non-Nobis resound through the land. Let glasses be raised in honor and sorrow. Let us cry and feel our loss. Let us comfort one another and support our friends. But let us not forget that while we sorrow, we carry Master Eadweard in our hearts. Let us all strive to keep his example of courtesy, friendship, hospitality, and honor alive in the days and years ahead.

Master Mellitus of Rouncivale

Sing Non Nobis!

 

In Memoriam: The Passing of Anlon McMatha

 

 

 

 

Word came to us this week of the passing of Lord Anlon McMatha

Many of you will remember Anlon from his many years at Cornucopia at Lilies or as a steadfast pillar of the Shire of Dun Ard.

The THL Tola Rufusdóhtor remembers

Anlon, proprietor of Cornucopia. My friend.

I met Anlon 8 years ago at an event in Lost Moor. With his ready smile he was selling his wares. He often referred to that store, Cornucopia, as “Lilies General Store”.

He was always ready to make a person laugh or listen when seas troubled. He was never too busy. At Corucopia he always had a drink and a shady spot for anyone who needed a rest. Such was his generous heart.

Our world is a dimmer place now, as Anlon crosses to that place where there is no pain or suffering. He was loved by many and will be sorely missed.

Visitation for Anlon (Melvin Rice) will be at 10 am with services following at 11 am on Saturday, June 29 at the Belden-Larkin funeral home in Leavenworth KS. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Smithsonian Institution.

James Smithsonian Society
Smithsonian Institution
PO Box 37012, MRC 712
Washington, DC 20013-7012

Sing Non Nobis!

 

 

 

In Memoriam: The Passing of Genevieve Darroch

 

Lady Moire inghean Neill, via the Calontir Bards email list:


It is with a heavy heart that I must pass this word along; HL Genevieve Darroch passed away last night in the Outlands.  She was one of the founding members of the Shire of Flinthyll, Apprentice to Mistress Lucie, Master Mikal and Master Eadward. She was one of the first bards I interacted with and the one who presented me with the “big damn stick” and pronounced me the Bardic Champion these many years ago. She was a bright person who was full of joy and laughter. Though she had moved to the Outlands she is still remembered in the halls of Calontir.

Ed. Note:  I recall Genevieve from our time on the archery field together. She was always a joy to shoot with and to be around. I had lost track  of her when she moved, and am deeply saddened to hear of her passing –Mathurin

Viking Archery Owner in Hospice

With much sadness, Rask, owner of Viking Archery Supply has been moved home to start hospice care, and is declining rapidly his wife says. Due to this he himself will not make it to Lilies War this year.

I do know he had made arrangements for his shop to be turned over to new Scadian owners, but I am not privy to if they will still make Lilies because of the above circumstances, and I leave that to the Lilies Merch-o-crat to handle.

Please keep him and his family in your thoughts during this time. Thank you. Cards and such may be sent if you wish addressed to:
The Merrill Family
9300 South St. Rd. 3
Muncie, IN 47302

In Memoriam: the Passing of Baroness Elwyn of Fountaingrove

Ed. Note:   Baroness Elwyn of Fountaingrove was the second Baroness of Forgotten Sea; from 1979 to 1983 with HE Morgan Griffith of York, and from 1983 to 1988 with HE Davro son of Davril son of Davin

The photos have been corrected from an earlier version of this post.

 

Unto the Their Royal Majesties Xersis and BelAnna, Imperator and Imperatrix of Noble Calontir, and to all Peers and Populace of this Land comes these words of remembrance from the pen of Master Mellitus of Rouncivale.

Let candles be lit and let Glimgloria sing “Non Nobis”. Let the bards and historians speak on the deeds of Baroness Elwyn of Fountaingrove.

Baroness Elwyn served Calontir from the earliest days when we were a region of the Middle Kingdom. It is said that she was instrumental in the early growth of Calontir.

Elwyn began her journey in the SCA in the Shire of the Fountains, which would be absorbed into the Shire of Forgotten Sea. Elwyn was awarded arms by King Moonwulf and Queen Zarina of the Middle Kingdom in May of AS XIII.

Elwyn served as Baroness of Forgotten Sea from April of AS XIV to May XXIII. She served with Baron Morgan of York and Baron Davro son of Davril, and under their leadership, Forgotten Sea grew and prospered. Elwyn was the third person invited into the Order of the Cross of Calontir by Warlord Humpk d’Bohunk (HG William Vatavia) in his last court at Calontir’s first Coronet Tourney. King HE Thorvald Anlafsson the Golden and HE Queen Branwyn Whiteraven honored her as a baroness of Their Court when her tenure was done. As Regional and then Principality Seneschal of Calontir, it was her efforts that coordinated our transition from Region to Principality.

Though she has rarely been seen at events in recent years, the work she did so long ago lives on in our Kingdom. Elwyn was known for her singing voice and her love of dance as well as the kindness and generosity she showed to all whom she came across. Many of those who joined the SCA in those early days benefited from her guidance and are now counted as Peers of the Realm. Calontir, honor well the memory of Baroness Elwyn of Fountaingrove for her legacy lives on in you.

 

From Their Majesties and Their Highnesses – The Passing of Titus Scipio Germanicus, HRH Aethelmearc

Our Dearest Kingdom,

We come to you today with heavy hearts. We are sad to announce that His Highness Titus of Aethelmearc, passed away last night after doing what he loved.

We want to clear up any rumors that might be going around. Their Highnesses were attending Battlemoor when he became short of breathe after fighting. He was taken to the hospital where he was found to have a blood clot, and he did pass.

We are so happy for the time we got to spend with them both at Lilies and here at Battlemoor. We please ask that you respect Her Highness’ privacy at this very difficult time. We grieve with Our Royal Cousins and Our Kingdom and thank you all for your understanding of privacy.

-TRM Ashir & Ashland
-TRH Xerxis & BelAnna

In Memoriam: The Passing of Viscount Brummbar von Schwarzberg

Viscount Brummbar von Schwarzberg passed from this world May 31st, 2018

Brummbar was the first Champion of Calontir, its first Warlord, and its third Prince. Some of his squires include Sir Lars Vilhjalmsson, Duke Thoman Shadan Secarius, Sir Mihangel ap Gruffydd, and Mistress Olga Belobashnina Cherepanova

But those accolades, though well earned, are not nearly the measure of the man. Those who remember him have stories to tell, but his shadow is long and even those who did not know him have been influenced by him all these years later.

From Syr Andrew Lyon of Wolvenwood:

As a member of Three Rivers in Calontir’s pre-Principality days, I have fond memories of Brumbar. His freon-can helm, his black round-shield with rope edging, and his skill at arms which seemed heroic to us kids. In court or at feast, he was stern yet kind, never haughty, and his love for the Society was crystal clear. Believe me when I say that the spirit of Calontir is to a large part due to the quiet solidity and sense of Master Brumbar.

My most cherished memory of Brumbar is not of tourney or court or feast, however. It is of the great privilege I had of being invited to play wargames at his home. I will never forget evenings spent with Brom Blackhand, Senor Juan (Dev), and Stephen Ironhand, rolling dice while Bear refereed a game. He had hundreds of painted miniatures and medieval terrain. He loved pulling out that hidden unit of undead or orcs and seeing how we’d deal with them, or not. The glint in his eye as the lead carnage unfolded on the table was just pure joy.

Bear was a wise, humble, brilliant man with a wry wit and a sharp eye for bull. You knew that he knew what was right and what was wrong. Bear pointed the way to adulthood for me and many others. Please, Calontir, for so long as the Falcon flies, forever remember the debt owed by the Kingdom to this fine man.

From Master Andrixos Seljukroctonis:

This is the way of our lifestyle: We see our friends on weekends, and for a week or so three times a year. Unless we are in the same town, or perhaps at weddings, we rarely meet our friends’ parents. And now some of us have reached the age when our parents, and our friends’ parents, start to pass away.

It is difficult to offer words of comfort to such good friends, about the loss of their first, and most influential mentor. I often fall back on the formulaic, yet deeply felt: I knew not the father, but based on the son, I am certain he was a good, good man.

Many of the newer Sons and Daughters of the Falcon never had a chance to meet Brumbarr. Many of those from foreign Realms never had a chance to meet him. To all of those, I can only say:

This man you may judge based on the Kingdom you know.

In Memoriam: The Passing of Logan the Boyer

On March 26th Logan the Bowyer passed away. 

Logan was a brother Boga Fyrd, and a stalwart supporter of the Barony of Coeur d’Ennui.

Logan also acted as a court herald when called upon. In fact, he was always ready to perform any service for his Barony and Kingdom.

Most people remember his kindness, his willingness to help and his joy. He was always willing to help new archers, and to expand our understanding of the art. But it did not end with archery; Logan would help anyone with anything. Simply being there, with a smile and a willing set of hands, was his great strength.

He also loved the making of things, receiving a Leather Mallet for his cooking and woodworking. He loved learning, and would ask very tough, detailed questions in his quest to grasp a concept.

Logan embodied the yeoman archer of “Strike the Drum” and well deserves to have the song sung in his memory: